Page 38 of Reaper
I’m not hungry and I really don’t want to be stuck in another bedroom but with what just happened with this woman, this might be the best place for me to be right now.
“Okay.”
He kisses me on my forehead, then walks to the door.
“Hey, Logan,” I call out before he can leave, and he faces me. “I want to finish our conversation.”
He looks at me for a moment like he wants to say something but then thinks better of it. He gives me a curt nod, then closes the door behind him. Falling back on the bed, I release another long breath and close my eyes.
“Paris, what in the hell have you gotten yourself into?”
I can’t wait for this disastrous situation to be over and done with.
Reaper
Church
This is the last fucking place I want to be. The amount of fury moving through me, I can’t even describe. Lila overstepped. She knows none of the whores are allowed to go to any of our rooms unless we invite them. And I haven’t invited anyone since meeting Paris, including her. I don’t owe that bitch nothing. No explanation, none of my time, absolutely nothing. Barging into my room like she’s my old lady, and threatening Paris will be something she’ll pay for.
It amazes me how easy Paris settled my blinding rage with just gentle words and her touch. If it wasn’t for her, Lila would be dead. I would have squeezed the life right out of her without a second thought.
Even though I don’t want to be here, we need to get a game plan together on how to handle the Russians. Oleg Petrov will not stop until he has her in his possession. According to my source at the hospital, Nikita is out of the woods. He’ll be in there for a while, but he’ll live. The bastard has as many lives asa fucking cat. They’ll keep coming until they kill me and get to Paris to settle the score. And that’s not happening.
“Church is in session,” King calls out when the last patched member takes their seat.
A couple of years ago, King added onto the clubhouse due to the club expanding so quickly. The room where we hold Church has been upgraded where now we can hold a session without being crammed in the windowless room like sardines in a can.
“What the fuck did Lila do?” King asks, his eyes zeroing in on me.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“How are you going to deal with it? Right now, we’ve got a lot of shit going on and we don’t need a damn cat fight because you can’t keep them in check.”
My jaw clenches. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do about it just yet, King. But she’s not my old lady, and I don’t appreciate her acting like she fucking is. It’s no different from Janie when she tried to stake claim to you when Alana showed up.”
Murmurs ripple around the room from the brothers. We all remember the shit Janie, a club whore, pulled when she believed Alana, King’s wife, had taken him away from her. Her vendetta against Alana almost caused a war. It almost got one of our brothers killed. It seems my brother needs reminding.
“And while Paris might not be my old lady,” I continue, “she is mine as long as she wants to be here. So, I expect everyone in this fucking clubhouse to treat her with some goddamn respect.”
I understand King doesn’t like the position I’ve put us in with helping Paris, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by and let anyone take their anger or frustration out on her. I’m the reason she’s here, and if they have anything to say about it, I’m the person they need to talk to. This situation with Lila is the same shit Janie tried to pull when the Sinners decided to helpAlana against her ex. Paris doesn’t deserve his anger, just like Alana didn’t deserve any of ours.
Janie not only attacked Alana, but she also ran her mouth to Savage Order, another mc who runs out of San Francisco. They’re our allies now, but it wasn’t like that in the beginning. Janie paid for her role in the Savage Order attack with her life. And I refuse for this shit with Lila to end up with Paris or any of the brother’s hurt. She’ll die before I let that happen.
After a few moments he sighs. “Handle it and do it quickly.”
“Consider it done.”
King gives me a nod before turning to the other brothers in the room. “As you know, the Petrovs are coming for us. Paris, the young lady who is now under Sinner protection, almost did us all a favor by taking Nikita out. But now it’s up to us to finish what she started. He’s sent his soldiers after our brother. His father has sent his soldiers not only to kill Reaper, but also Paris. So, now we need to come up with a foolproof plan to get this done and get it done quickly and quietly.”
“He’s going to be in the hospital for the foreseeable future.” I lean back in my chair, propping my hands behind my head. “Let’s finish it there.”
“He’ll be guarded even more than he was already before,” Saint says, shaking his head. “It’s not going to be easy.”
“I’ll get in and out,” I say without hesitation.
“And how the fuck are you gonna do that without getting caught, Reaper?” King stands, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest. “And without causing more of a shitstorm than you already have.”
I have to calm myself down before I curse his ass out. I understand King is pissed about everything, but shit’s done now. I’m trying everything I can to make it right for her and for the club, which is why I offered to be the one to take him out.
